September is birthday month in our house. September 20th is my birthday. And today is my ex-husband’s birthday.
With today comes a melancholy fog that settles over our house. Three of the kids have written their father. I’m so extremely proud of them.
But a day that should be full of birthday celebration instead is a reminder of the fact that we are living a new normal now, that involves the absence of a father; an absence of a husband, due to sin and criminal justice.
It’s a strange world, this world of incarceration. Of having no idea how he is spending his day. No idea of what he is thinking. And really, no idea of what I am thinking, myself. It’s just so surreal. And heartbreaking.
My prayer today is that my crew will feel satisfied that they have taken the time to write their father. That their father will be encouraged by their letters. And my prayer will include thanksgiving that my God is a father to the fatherless and a provider for me and my crew. And thanksgiving for joy, which God continues to surprise me with, even on challenging days such as today.